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“I never intended it to.”
That’s not a ‘no’.
Damn it. I can’t go outside because the same thing will happen if I stretch the length of the bond too far. As annoyed as I am, I can’t stand watching him burn. Even though he’s not harmed now, I’m pretty sure the agony I felt when my eyes were burning had an echo of Loki’s pain. His shadowy form healed any injuries before he turned to demon, but it hurt.
I exhale roughly and walk over to the bed. Plopping down on the edge, I ask, “And there’s no way to reverse it?”
“You would ask that of me?”
That’s not a ‘no’, either?
CHAPTER13
PROMISE OF A TUB
KENNEDY
This time, I sigh. “Loki…”
He comes over to me. Before I can say anything else, Loki drops to his knees, laying his head on my hip. He’s careful to angle his head so that his horns are on either side of me.
“For three hundred years, I’ve dreamed of you. The other half of my soul. My one true mate. The female who would save me from the shadows.”
My fingers ghost over his wild hair. I smelled it burn, but it seems alright. “That’s a lot to ask of a woman, Loki.”
“The gods wouldn’t have given you to me if you could not.”
“Is that what you think happened?”
“Of course. Why else would you have chanced on the grimoire with the matefinder spell and be able to cast it? You did what I could not, and I’ll be grateful for the gift for every single day of our lives.”
He sounds like I’m a done deal. With a sentiment like that… who knows? I might be.
“I waited for you.” A harsh chuckle fans warm breath against my thigh. “Not very patiently at times, but in the shadows, I learned patience. Then your magic called me to you. I’ve given you my essence and my mate’s promise. I’ll be a good male to you. I vow it.”
There’s just enough solemn certainty in his tone that I know for sure that Loki… he won’t take me back. I could cry or leak or beg, and while he’ll regret hurting me, this is the one thing he won’t give me.
And I can’t leave him.
I mean, I wouldn’t. I might have stormed off because I need my space, but that’s what I do. I throw shoes and I put distance between me and whatever pissed me off to the point that I felt the need to throw shoes in the first place. Then I think it through and make my decisions quickly.
It’s usually easy. I saw Tyler cheating on me with my sister? Fine. I got away from them, and once I processed what I saw, I dumped his ass and cut her off. My parents, too, when they sided with the cheaters.
When it comes to Loki, it’s just as easy.
The fury has died down. It’s time to make my decision—and who am I kidding? I made it the same night that Loki let me keep Freya as a pet even though he still doesn’t quite understand why I didn’t just eat her.
Besides, what would I really be going back for? Stuff? My store? There are books here in Sombra; I know, I have one. I can get more. Somehow.
And when it comes to a partner… do I want a human husband who might go looking for another lover when I don’t pay him enough attention? Or a demon mate who wanted me so much, he stole me away with him so he can keep me?
“Okay. You got me.” At the very least, I never want to see him go up in flames again. “What do I have to do?”
“Do?”
“Yeah. You said something about a bond and a mate’s promise, right? So that I can avoid the mate sickness and you don’t have to be walking pyre. Tell me. How do I do that?”
“Kennedy… I thought—”
